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VAULT HUNTERS

The sign in the train car was accompanied by a picture of Handsome Jack, CEO of Hyperion. In this car were seven Vault Hunters - each could identify the others as belonging to the group by the icon attached to their ECHO devices.

Since the train ride was rather boring and showed no signs of ending soon, maybe you should mingle.

"There is no beer here / Why bother with that stuff now? / We'll find the Vault soon." said a robot...ninja...thing, in a vaguely mechanical-sounding voice.

"Somebody open me up and THROW THE FIRE INTO THE RIBCAGE OF MY SOUL!" said the hulking man wearing a patched-together mask and whatever scrap he looked like he could have found in the wastes of Pandora. He had an axe with...a buzz saw on it. Which was cool and terrifying at the same time. And he was also staring intensely across the car at a woman with tattoos down her arm.

The other teenage person in the car - a redheaded girl with her hair in pigtails wearing a hooded jacket, skirt, and striped stockings, took a step away from the psycho.

Zer0, who had been interrupted numerous times while attempting to speak, was displaying a bright red -.-' over his faceplate. It vanished as he finally completed his haiku. "I seek a challenge / The Vault is my masterpiece / A true test of skill."

The girl spoke up in response to Troy's remark. "Robots are totally affected by greed, anyway. Everyone knows that."

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"Pfffft. Robots get emotions too, it's like a side-effect. Unless you wipe and refresh their program like every month, they'll develop a personality." By the way the girl was rolling her eyes this was supposed to be obvious.

Zer0 looked back at Troy evenly.

The huge psycho jabbed a finger the size of a doorknob at Axton. "You don't know what I told you not to tell you! SHUT UP!"